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Carnivore

Literary, Feb 16 2018

by Emma Kofman

Sometimes I lie on the bed and my body lists towards your softer side and I pretend that it is your …

Untitled Poem About Nazbol

Literary, Feb 09 2018

by Nikita Sungatov & translated from Russian by Signe Swanson

*** yekaterina volkova: singer, actress, former lover of eduard limonov back in his day he dedicated many poems to her they …

Buccaneers

Literary, Feb 02 2018

by Pia Struzzieri

“Tell me a story,” he says. They’re sitting crouched in the corner of the room. Amanda has upended a table so …

The Trials of Odysseus and Me but Mostly Me

Literary, Nov 17 2017

by Aya Cheaito & Fadwa Ahmed

Perhaps it was the milk of the moon I drank tonight. Rivers poured vehemently. Poseidon. The sea was not as cold …

Embody

Literary, Nov 10 2017

by Tara Sharma

I spend the first week of May writing about bodies. I sit at library desks for two hours at a time …

Pissed Pants Academy

Literary, Nov 03 2017

by Liby Hays

It was the day I met Paula Abdul on an airplane, and she was very beautiful, very glamorous, and she was …

Two Poems

Literary, Oct 27 2017

by Ashley Dun

content warning: body horror, sexual violence Princess Pāramitā I thought I told you to stop coming here. You make me sick, …

Reading Comprehension

Literary, Oct 20 2017

by Kasturi Pananjady

Inspired by Arundhati Roy content warning: sexual harassment A Note to a Safety Presentation by a Commissariat de Police de Paris …

Twuz Dark

Literary, Sep 29 2017

by Ava Zeichner

As the soon-to-be hero grows older it ventures further from the peasant village. The peasants fear for it a little. They …

Poems from the Series Postcards for Mira

Literary, Sep 15 2017

by Marly Toledano

“It’s 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it’s the 26th of July and it’s probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I’m in Brooklyn” -Ted …

Etymology for Catastrophe

Literary, Apr 14 2017

by Kelton Ellis

Amid early springtime’s hesitant snowmelt a planet rearranges into loving explosions, confessing no objective but to glower, then to fade. Sprained …

the girls who will train you

Literary, Apr 07 2017

by Signe Swanson

have red nails and paws. have straight hair and red aprons. are getting married. are twenty two. dropped out of beauty …

thunderstorms mock me and so does the concrete

Literary, Mar 24 2017

by Fadwa Ahmed

(for 3 days i have known but expected nothing) i watched every minute bring itself in fractions i waited 15, (but …

Term

Literary, Mar 17 2017

by Stefania Gomez

I. October After the eviction, we returned to the old house once more to collect the dishes we had left in …

Quarters

(Excerpt from “On Currency”)

Literary, Mar 03 2017

by Stella Akua Mensah

Oftentimes, people tell women not to wander off. When we are small, they mean to stay in the yard, and now …

Yellow Flower

Literary, Feb 10 2017

by Gabriela Naigeborin

i. the myth of resentment There in Mount Sinai I was trusted with the tablets of stone, but didn’t understand that …

The Horchata Man

Literary, Sep 30 2016

by Micaela Burgess

My papa lived to bring happiness with his horchata. Everyday he made barrels of it to serve to his family and …

Autobiography of Writing

Literary, Sep 23 2016

by Lisa Lee

I would like to talk to you about writing. I'm a writer, even though I don't write much, but since I'm …

Disintegration

Literary, Apr 08 2016

by Hannah Smith

There was a tree, and from its bare branches hung bells, wine glasses,chandelier crystals, whistles, and lanterns. The hunched tree, with …

Fuck Me Through the Camera Hole of a Trepanned Minion iPhone Case Like Two Lovers Through a Sheet

Literary, Mar 18 2016

by Liby Hays

LIKES Likes: Licking escalators, tongue transplants. The Smallness and the Coarseness To love a small piece of rope. The Restaurant It …

I Cannot Count The Altering That Happens In The Very Large Rooms That Are The Guts Of Her

Literary, Mar 11 2016

by Isabelle Doyle

My wife with the sex of a mirror like a fireball through the fog at a new kind of atmosphere. There …

Three Poems

Literary, Mar 04 2016

by Anna Bonesteel

Good morning Hell, I cruise. Through life, much like sand through the hourglass, or a fish in the stream. I keep …